Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's anatomy. If I did I'd be writing the next episode instead of picketing! LOL! Just Kidding!

A/N: This chapter is going to jump a few weeks, actually nearly a full month.

Cristina's POV

Here I am, 5 in the morning beating on the door to my bathroom. What the hell is she doing in there? I have pee, badly! I'm standing here dancing hoping that my urine doesn't decide to run down my leg. I knock hard against the fiberglass hoping she gets the message.

"Callie Torres, get your ass out of there! I have to pee. If you don't hurry up I'm going to go piss in your bag!" I yell. I stand back hoping she runs out of the bathroom to protect her bag but she doesn't budge. What in the world? I hear the water start to run and I can see her shadow standing over the sink. Good she's done. But I watch as her frame moves back to the right. I roll my eyes and hold my stomach. I really have to go.

"If you don't come out I'm coming in and I don't care if you're naked." I yell, but I still don't get a response from her.

"I warned you!" I said, as I turn the knob on the door. I smile to find it open. I push it open and poke my head inside.

"I told you I was…" I begin but stop as I see Callie sitting on the toilet seat. She looks up at me and I can see that she's crying. Oh no, what now? I'm not a sappy person. The crying thing isn't for me. I glance down at her and she moves her eyes to the sink. Of course I'm curious and I follow them. Oh shit. There are four pregnancy tests sitting on the counter. I move closer and see that all four of them are positive. I look back at her and she now has her fingers in her mouth and chewing on her nails. I've found that is a nervous habit of her. She has a piece of toilet paper crumbled in her hand. She looks up at me, looking for answers. What the hell am I going to say to her? I sit down on the floor in front of her trying to find something to say. My head is empty.

"What the hell am I going to do?" she finally asks. I look up at her and say the first thing that pops into my head.

"I can give you the number to a clinic." I blurt out. She looks at me with complete horror across her face. I guess that wasn't such a good thing to say.

"Cristina! I couldn't do that! Please tell me you didn't," she says, still looking at me like I killed her cat. How did she not know what happened? It's not everyday an intern collapses during surgery and then needs emergency surgery. Well there was Norman but he doesn't count. He shouldn't have been in the OR in the first place. Well I might as well explain it to her.

"Look, I was pregnant. I couldn't be the intern that got pregnant. I couldn't. I made the appointment and had every intention of not telling Burke and getting rid of the baby. I wasn't ready to have a child; personally I don't think I'll ever have children. I'm not mommy material and I couldn't go through the pregnancy and give the baby away. That would have ruined my career not to mention I'd be the intern who got knocked up by an attending. Nature had different plans though. I was standing in the OR and I collapsed. It was an ectopic pregnancy and Burke found cause my name was on the board." I explained. Wow that was a lot. I've never explained it to anyone other than Meredith. I look up at her and she is still staring at me. I swear she could burn a hole in someone's skull with those eyes. She's starting to scare me now.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that. One I'm catholic, although I threw the faith thing out a long time ago. Second, all I've ever wanted is a child and to be a mother but why does it have to be now. I'm a divorced woman who's just starting a relationship with the famed man-whore. Oh God, what the hell am I going to tell Mark. He's nowhere near father material. He's going to run, I know it." She says, wiping away the remainder of her tears. She leans against the back of the toilet and places her hands over her stomach.

"Look, tell him you're having a McBaby and if he runs, he's an ass. At least you made the effort to inform him that he was sperm donor." I reply. I can't believe I'm actually here comforting her. Where is this Cristina coming from and how do I make her go away? Who would have thought the first baby in this group would come from Torres and McSteamy of all people. Callie smiles down at me and shakes her head as she throws her tissue in the waste basket.

"Thanks, I think, but don't ever refer to my child as a McBaby. Remember I break bones for a living. I'll have no problem snapping you in two." She says with a smile. I chuckle and stand up. I swear this woman is insane but she's totally cool.

"Whatever, now get your pregnant ass off the toilet so I can empty my bladder." I command. She gets up and starts to leave before I grab her arm.

"Hold up, get those damn things off the sink, and wash it off!" I said, pointing to the pregnancy tests.

"Oh, sorry." She says and picks up the tests and tosses them into the garbage can. I cross my arms as I watch her wipe the counter top clean.

"Thanks now get out. I'd like to pee in peace." I said, pointing to the door. She shakes her head and walks out of the bathroom. What the hell am I going to do with a pregnant woman in my apartment? I can't make her move, she's too good of a roommate. Damn it! When did I become this person? Why did I start caring? I can't think about this. I need to pee and get to work.

Normal

Callie walked the halls the hospital trying to find the words to tell Mark Sloan that he was going to be a father. She knew she was having this baby there was no doubt about it. The past month had been amazing. Her relationship with Mark wasn't just sex. He was actually a sweet guy once you had got to know him. Sure that person as only seen in the comfort of his hotel room and nowhere else. She hated walking the halls and seeing the nurses throw themselves at him. He was hers and she didn't like sharing what belonged to her. She placed her hand over her stomach and looked down at it.

"Ok, you need to help me here. I have to tell your daddy you're in there but I have no clue how the hell I'm going to do that. What am I going to do if he doesn't want you? Mommy wants you my dear sweet child; I want you very much. Help me. Give me the strength to tell him about you." She said, rubbing her stomach. She felt a pair arms surround her shoulders and she smiled. She knew those arms, and that cologne.

"Talking to yourself Torres?" he said, kissing her cheek. Callie turned around in his arms and kissed his lips.

"Mark, we need to talk." She said softly. Mark ran his hands up and down her shoulders.

"What's up baby?" he asked. Callie loved that he called her that. No one had ever called her baby before. It made her feel special and loved. Something she hadn't felt like that with George.

"Can we go somewhere a little more private?" she asked. She looked around her to find that they were standing on the skywalk with a crowd of people. Mark nodded and led her to his office. He locked the door and she walked to the chair and sat down in it, staring at her hands. Mark's smile faded from his face as he walked over to her. He knelt infront of her and took her hands in his. They were sweaty but cold.

"Callie what is it? Just tell me." He said to her, trying to look at her face. She looked up at him as a tear fell from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks

"I…I'm pregnant Mark." She whispered. Mark dropped her hands and stood up. He began to back away from her. She watched him move away and panic began to set in.

"I…umm…" Mark stammered, but couldn't form words. He ran his hand through his hair, looking everywhere but at Callie. She got up and walked toward him, trying to hug him, but he pushed her away.

"Mark, say something." She begged, her tears flowing freely. Her fear was starting to unravel before her eyes.

"I can't Callie. I just can't. Not now. Are you keeping it?" he asked.

"You can't? Mark there's not much of a choice here. You're going to be a father whether you want it or not. And yes I'm keeping it." She said, hurt tainting her voice. Mark shook his head and backed further away from her. He couldn't be a father. He would ruin the kid the moment it was born.

"Actually I do have a choice Callie. I can't be a father. Look, I'll help you with money and that stuff but I can't be a father: not now." He said, walking to the door. Callie walked over to him and smacked him across the face.

"Forget it Mark! I don't need your fucking money! I have my own. As for you being a father, well here you go, you don't have to be. I'll raise my child with out you! I never want to speak to you again. This no longer is your problem." She said, throwing the door open and walking out. Her speed started to pick up and before she knew it she was running, trying to find a place to hide. She turned the corner and could no longer stand on her feet. She stopped and slid down the wall, pulling her knees to her chest and sobbing. Her shoulders violently shook as her sobs increased. Cristina saw her and ran over to her. She had a feeling what was going on. Surprising her self, she placed her hand on her shoulders.

"Callie, what happened?" she asked.

"He doesn't want anything to do with the baby. What am I going to to. I can't have a baby alone. I can't." she said, as Cristina pulled her into a hug. Cristina really didn't give a damn about her front anymore. Her friend was hurting and she was going to kill McSteamy for this.

"You are not a lone. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." She said. Callie looked up at her, questioning her.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not the cold-hearted bitch I seem to be. I've actually come to like you. Now you go to the chief explain what's going on and tell him you need to go home. I have something to deal with." She explained and got up and walked away.

Mark left his office, putting on a face that said nothing was wrong. He walked the halls like the whore he was, smirking at the nurses and letting them eat their hearts out. He couldn't believe what he had said to her but he couldn't be a father now.

"Hey McSteamy!" someone called from behind him. He turned around just as a fist came toward his face, punching him square in the nose.

"Yang what the hell?" he said, grabbing his nose. Cristina stood back and raised her fist again.

"That was for Callie. You're a sorry piece of man, Sloan. Stay away from her or I'll make sure that baby is your last." She said, walking away completely satisfied.